I recently walked in the park with my niece (she is 5 years old, I am 19), we are in line for an attraction, behind the back are two aunts of forty years old, apparently waiting for a baby riding on a carousel, I hear - they wash my bones: "I'm curious how many years the child is... and the girl is very young.
I can’t stand it, I plant my niece on a carousel, I approach my aunts and there is the following dialogue:
Tell me, do you have children?
She (a little surprised): Yes, the son is riding.
I: How old is he?
7 has been completed
I: Are you studying in school?
Yes, I went to the first class.
What time did you give birth to him?
She begins to get angry: what are the questions?
I: Do you have a husband?
She is... girl!
I: Did you betray him?
She: What do you allow yourself?! to
Do you have a child from your husband?
She: It’s not your business!
I: In that case, it’s not your business, how old I was when I gave birth, how old my child is... and in general, it’s my niece!

They stay with their mouths open.)